People are taking the piss out of you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They are on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are The Advertisers and they are laughing at you.
You, however, are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say what they like wherever they like with total impunity.
Fuck that. Any advert in a public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep a rock someone just threw at your head.
You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.
- Banksy

The Scorn was
The final piece in the Baby Dozen. “The scorn was…” “…half-hearted”

Eroding self worth
Pushing shit up a hill, with a smile.

I Believe Me
Trusting my instincts. Moving Forward.

Half-hearted
An early ending

Dullard Bollard
Momentary madness. Static boredom.

Denk Mal
Perfect for a sunny, spring walk. Contemplating all the new input.

Single Player Game
Homage to childhood days spent playing Atari

Softest Touch
The latest addition to the Baby Dozen.

Gas Mask
Another piece of the puzzle.

Prick
I’ve been working on a bunch of new tracks. I’m going to start releasing them under the name Nervous Line.

Siddhartha
It has been a 2 year journey with this track. The name Siddhartha reflects that and the expression of the track itself.
Banksy (or whoever) on using public space

Knee Scraper
Something I’ve been tweaking, pushing and pulling for the last two years.

Considering... Stagnation
A little piece i made as a lead into another track. Beautiful and sad.. and then back again.
THE ONE PERCENT:
Patience
11” by 17”
Hand SIgned & Numbered
Limited run of 150
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